Verse/Luka/Masturbate, high

From Create Your Own Story

You can't help it. The feeling that overcomes you makes your body tingle with want of touch. The grazing of your bedsheets against your bare calves--you sleep in boxers, when you're dressed at all--feels like the touch of another. Your hands reach to stroke and massage your body, running across your chest, stomach and thighs, exiting your very soul by the second.

At last, your left hand slips into your boxer, while your right slides slowly up your body to press against your chest and harass your nipples. Your hand feels cold against your member as you tighten your grip around it, and use your thumb to massage and pressure the head. The feeling sends a tingle up your spin, making you release a soft moan.

Your hand starts to move, stroking the shaft slowly, and bringing the heat your body craves. Your breath starts to hasten, as you move your hand faster and faster, more brutally, in an effort to satisfy yourself. As your body starts to shiver and sweat, your spare hand has stopped harassing your nipple and is instead running up and down and across your body, trying to quell it's demand for touch.

This continues for a while, your hand going more and more rapid, until you finally feel your body's urge to release. You try to hold it in, wanting the pleasure to continue, and, as your hand slows to a more fluid and rhythmic movement, you feel your climax closer and closer.

With your body shaking and covered in a thin line of sweat, you release a few batches of semen into the air, only to have it stream back down onto your stomach. Your flinch at the feeling, and continue to stroke yourself for a few moments, before reaching out for paper to clean yourself.

With the clock reading 4:15 A.M., you finally close your eye, and slowly descend into sleep...

You sleep peacefully until morning.